Great, It's the Pervy Neighbor. We're Doomed

"By the way, I'll go ask that white old man!"

Tabo suddenly remembered—the owner of this house.

That elderly German white couple.

If this card was legitimate, that white old man should know something about it.

Especially since he had booked this B&B himself, not through the apartment arrangement.

That made it highly trustworthy.

So he went to find the white old man.

At that moment, the white old man was in the backyard garden of the small Western-style house, using garden shears to trim plants.

Tabo held the card in his hand, walked up to the white old man, and spoke.

"Sir, I just got back from eating and found this stuck in the door."

Tabo was clever—he didn't directly ask if the card was reliable, but used this excuse instead.

The white old man straightened his back upon hearing this and took the card.

He glanced at it, chuckled, and handed it back to Tabo.

Then he pulled an identical card from his own pocket.

Afterward, he said, "This is a great place. A bit pricey, but the women there are gorgeous."

Seeing that the white old man also had the same card, along with his words,

Tabo relaxed slightly inside.

He asked, "Sir, is this reliable? It's not some scam, is it?"

The white old man shook his head. "I've been there several times. How could it be a scam?"

Tabo: "Does your wife know you go to places like this?"

The white old man replied helplessly, "Of course not. I always go secretly. What, you want to go too?"

Tabo chuckled sheepishly. "To be honest, I've been to a red-light district before, but I got rejected."

The white old man said with some sympathy, "They rejected you because you're black."

Tabo nodded. "Yeah, exactly."

The white old man added, "So don't worry. I've been to this one. Last time I went, I even saw another black man like you. As long as you pay, you get good service."

Tabo's heart pounded with excitement.

Just then, the white old man suddenly pulled a small paper bag from his pocket.

He handed it to him.

Tabo asked, "What's this?"

The white old man said, "It's medicine for... you know. Works like a charm. Of course, at my age, I definitely need it. You're still young, so I'm not sure if you'll want it."

Tabo refused.

As the white old man said, he was only twenty-five.

Still in the prime of his youth—naturally, he didn't need such things.

And with the white old man as his trailblazer, Tabo felt completely reassured about this flesh trade operation.

He happily said goodbye to the white old man, ready to call and make arrangements.

What he didn't notice was that as the white old man watched his retreating figure, the right corner of his mouth curled up slightly—by exactly three degrees.

One part disdain, one part contempt, one part discrimination.

If Jiang Ran were here, his Danger Warning System would absolutely have flagged this old man as a dangerous individual.

Special Live Stream, the broadcast room.

Now the main camera was entirely focused on Tabo from Nigeria.

From him going out to eat, to getting rejected at the red-light district,

to now cheerfully preparing to make a call, followed by a triumphant tail wag.

In the public chat section, many people were sharing their opinions.

Mi—American Captain: [Men always have this stuff on their minds all day, regardless of race.]

Mi—Obediently Plant Cotton For Me: [It's just human nature. When people have money, they indulge. If someone had money and still chose to live like an ascetic monk, they'd have to be mentally ill.]

Maple—White Supremacy: [The problem now is that this little excursion of his might cost him his life! I thought this black man was the old man's prey, but apparently not!]

Hua Country chat section.

Someone asked the Domineering Female CEO if the B&B owner, that white old man's profile, also labeled him a deranged criminal or serial killer.

The Domineering Female CEO typed back: [Yes, from my own research, it's not just him—his wife is too. Both of them are notorious married murderers.]

Special Live Stream, the broadcast room.

Now many viewers were starting to mourn Tabo the black man.

Because...

[This Tabo is about to go somewhere that's both a paradise and a death trap.]

That was a comment left by someone from the UK in the public chat section.

As an established venue for the Special Live Streams,

no one knew how many such broadcasts had taken place on this land.

So many people were quite familiar with the various deranged criminals and serial killers in Aisen Town.

Tabo dialed the number. The man who answered the phone on the card was a male voice.

He chatted with the man for a bit and learned the location of the paradise.

After that, Tabo followed the map on his phone.

All the way to a somewhat secluded apartment building in the southwest part of Aisen Town.

This apartment occupied a large plot at a crossroads.

Its name was: Queen Elizabeth Apartments.

A style popular in British-style architecture.

Pushing open the door to the apartment led into the front hall.

The front hall was somewhat luxurious, resplendent and magnificent.

At the front desk, there was currently a man and a woman.

The man, seeing Tabo push through the door, waved at him.

Tabo figured that the man waving at him must be the voice he'd heard on the phone.

So he walked over.

Once he arrived, he opened his mouth to say something.

But when it came to this crucial moment, he instead grew hesitant, awkward, and shy.

The man let out a hearty laugh, took a silver tablet from the woman beside him, and handed it to Tabo.

He said, "Brother, relax and enjoy yourself. I absolutely don't do that racial discrimination nonsense here, and neither do my women. No matter what color a guest's skin is, they'll make sure you have a good time."

Tabo felt a little reassured. He took the tablet and placed it on the front desk.

He double-tapped to open it.

The screen first displayed a language selection interface.

The options available included Chinese, English, German, and more.

Tabo chose English. After selecting English, the next screen appeared.

Three pictures, three options.

The three pictures showed a white beauty, an Asian beauty, and a black beauty.

The man explained, "This lets you choose which skin color of woman you prefer."

Tabo couldn't help but swallow hard.

His mind suddenly flashed back to a time in Nigeria, before an oil theft, when he'd gone to scout the area.

He'd happened to see the son of an oil factory owner.

Though he had the same black skin as Tabo, he drove a luxury car.

And that wasn't all.

He also had a radiantly white beauty cradled in his arms.

From that moment on, his desire for a white woman had peaked.

He felt that only by truly possessing a white beauty could he be considered fully evolved into a wealthy man.